Remembering a day back when sparks were starting and there was nothing to mend,Sharing a book and sitting closeFor the first time I noticed, it was a glance, it was a look,our eyes met and it was already one of manya sincere smile you gavea look of plenty,And there I saw such beautiful eyesa nice brown hue, just happy and shiningit is as if truth lies,opening into a love so new,I was content to sleep that nightpicturing the eyes of you.